Ifitellyaiwillkillya tagged me and I'm it. The task: to create a work of fiction or fact of around 100-200 ( 300-400 will do too)words using these words: I, me, blowjob, grapes, random, power, loneliness, water, robot, and blue.
It was exactly three months since Kumar’s death. I was done with the weeping and mourning. There were no more tears left. I tried not to think of the cemetery on the hill where he was laid to rest on that cold and blue London morning. We had come to London when Kumar had been offered a job as Plant Manager at the Smithson Chemical Plant. Two months after he joined work, a short circuit in the power line led to an explosion at the plant. Kumar went into a coma after inhaling the poisonous vapors and breathed his last three months ago.
The past three months I had lived liked a robot. But today was another day and some unseen power tugged at me. I found myself walking towards St Peter’s. I stopped on the way at Kellys, the florist. Kumar often picked a bunch of tulips for me whenever he had some extra money. He always said that he loved to see the look on my face when I saw the flowers. It was like a mental blowjob he joked.
I picked out a bunch of tulips at random, trying to ignore Mr. Green’s kind and concerned gaze. Mr. Green was a widower with no children. This business helped kill the loneliness of his comfortable yet desolate apartment. He had led the fight against the Chemical plant that secured the compensation amount.
At last I was done with the flowers. Mr. Green sprinkled some water on them and packed them up. He pressed a small paper packet into my palms. It was California Grapes!! How I enjoyed them when Kumar could afford to buy me some. I smiled through the tears at Mr. Green. His eyes darkened. "Nothing will bring him back, but we are with you dear."
I ran blindly towards the cemetery tears streaming down my face. Scores of sympathetic eyes followed me. The towns people had stood as one in my fight against Smithsons. I stumbled into the cemetry and saw a figure standing near Kumar's grave. He must have sensed my presence because he turned and said, "Have you got the money?"
"Yes, all One Million Pounds." I whispered panting.
"Well...we did it Doc." he said his face inscrutable.
"Yes we did it Kumar." I answered my face equally inscrutable.
I hereby knight Anoop Mohan Kumar,Ganja Turtle,Jagan and Geo. Arise you are hereby tagged.